was like I was having an out-of-body experience. Me on all fours in the entryway of his house was not what I did—except with him. I pushed backward with my hands, ramming him deeper inside me.
“You little vixen,” he hissed.
I felt naughty, daring. I crawled away from him before turning to look at him over my shoulder. He was on his knees, a shocked yet slightly angry expression on his face. I got to my feet and waggled my finger at him.
He sprang to his feet, nearly knocking me on my ass with the force of him grabbing me.
“I’m so not done with you yet,” he whispered before lifting me and carrying me out of the entryway and to one of the couches that faced the massive bank of windows. He dropped me to my feet in front of him before turning me around once again. “Bend. Now.”
He was very bossy. I loved it.
“Like this?” I asked as I put my hands on the back of the couch and bent forward. I gave my ass a little shake for good measure.
He swatted my ass before soothing the spot with his fingertips. “Just like this,” he said in a husky voice.
One knee nudged my legs open. I felt the back of his knuckles scrape over my flesh as he guided himself inside me once again. I dropped my head forward, letting him have his way with my body. He was much slower and far more purposeful with his strokes.
I could feel the tension vibrating through his body directly into mine. I moaned, rolling my head back and forth between my shoulders. It was too good. I never wanted to stop. “More,” I heard the word cross my lips.
“Not yet,” he rasped on a strained breath.
“I need to,” I whimpered. I could feel the next orgasm building. I could feel the familiar coiling low in my belly.
“Not. Fucking. Yet.”
The more he ordered me not to, the more I wanted it. The more my body craved the orgasm. I couldn’t stop it. I could no more stop what was happening than I could stop a speeding bullet with my hand. He knew it. He was doing it on purpose.
“Xander,” I cried. I completely surrendered to him. I had never fully surrendered to any other man. He demanded it. I willingly gave it.
“Again!” he shouted. “Say my name!”
“Xander!” I cried as my world broke apart. It was a full-body meltdown. Every muscle, every nerve ending was on fire in the best way possible.
“God dammit,” he hissed. “Fuck me. You turn me inside out.”
I couldn’t reply with words. I could only answer with my body. I was caught up in a sea of ecstasy and I didn’t want to leave it. I felt him explode inside me. He shouted out with his release. His body rocked forward, pushing me against the couch. I slumped forward, my head resting against the soft couch with him still seated inside me.
I felt him spasm once and then again. The spasms continued to rock through my body. I couldn’t tell if they started with me and ended with him or vice versa. We stayed joined together for at least another minute, neither of us speaking.
He slowly stood up from where he had draped himself over me. He lifted me as well and slowly turned me to face him. He pulled me into his arms and held me close. Again, words were not needed.
“Wow,” I breathed.
There was a low chuckle in his throat. “No shit.”
There was the sound of a ringing phone. “Not mine,” I said when he didn’t move.
“It’s mine,” he said with a sigh.
He stepped away from me, taking several long strides back to the front-door area where his pants lay in a crumbled heap. He was gorgeous. An Adonis. His body was toned and tanned.
I stared at the tattoo of what looked like Chinese writing on his side, directly on his ribcage. That had to have been painful.
I couldn’t resist the allure of him. I told myself I was only walking toward him because I needed my clothes. Then I noticed the name on the screen.
“My brother,” he said.
“Are you going to answer it?” I asked.
“No. He’ll leave a voicemail.”
He reached for me again. My naked body pressed against his. My nipples were still sensitive. The hardness of his chest against my breasts sent a shiver of desire racing down my spine. His mouth nuzzled my ear, and I sucked in a breath. I couldn’t stop myself